Saturday, April 3, 2010

Do I speak a languid language?

I'm getting close to believing that pre-planning induces a deeper anxiety in me.  I didn't know that I'd end up with such a long stretch of time in The Basement, but I did.  Flowing from one thing to another worked for me today.  Just pick up something and go with it flow is what I did.   While there I did some exercises from Finding Your Own Visual Language and Image Transfer Workshop...

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The transfer techniques involved allowing the image to dry completely in the gel medium and then spritzing with water and rubbing off.  If a solid filled image is important to the outcome then the culprit can be air pockets in spite of burnishing the back to get a good adhesion.  The larger image is on stretched canvas and the small image is a page inside a moleskin journal.  The desert image was a magazine photo and the crow was a laser printed on common printer paper.  Again, a techique that I'll relegate to altered books.

And right before I left I did this collage with some ink-jet printed fabrics that I'm in love with...instead of using them for some heavy message ladened art quilt, I just cut them into squares and rectangles and put them back together again.  Now I want to print off more of the same fabrics and just keep rearranging them into collages.  Ade, my youngest, called it "languid"...he meant it as a, really, honest to goodness, he did...I think this is what I will title it.

DSCN1037 And I'm lacking vim and vigor also, soooooo I'm taking my languid self to bed...Peace...


  1. Be good to yourself! I am loving that last piece. I always love the visual mystery when you cut up art cloth and reassemble it.

  2. Yup, me too, I am loving that last piece of yours. As for the languid time in your Basement, sometimes the flow just needs the right opportunity to go.

  3. I am learning so much from you. Thank you for being.